Melissa in Wonderland

By Panther

 

Chapter 1 

 

The stars of the calm, cloudless night were mirrored by the sparkling lights of the city that thrived below it. A secluded street, somewhere on the outskirts of a spacious suburbia, was lined with restored automobiles from decades past that gleamed their dark finishes under tall post lights burning with gaseous flair. At the center of this street was a home; a white two-story estate that stood proud on a lawn of lush greenery and quaint cobblestone pathways. Trees, thin and round, dotted the landscape and their leaves swayed with the light wind that brought cool comfort.

 

Inside the house, music played. Loud and full, it did little to drown out the boisterous laughs of the men and women that lined long glass tables set throughout the many levels of the first floor. Waiters and waitresses, dressed in black pants and white, button-up shirts, carried wide trays up short flights of stairs as they traveled from table to table with sparkling wines and various cheeses with flavors reminiscent of distant lands. Their black ties welcomed light conversation as they smiled and displayed their delectable wares. Members of high society toasted themselves and bragged of accomplishments in the past. They reminisced about youth not far distant and of their days in school when they made up the class of the elite. They remembered conquests and triumphs of financial business and erotic pleasures. They dwelled on the very things that made their lives worth living. All of them were thin and able-bodied, beautiful and graceful. As part of their celebration, they all wore thick make-up of soft violets and deeper reds over their tanned skin. It blended onto their faces purely and glowed in the dim lighting of rare lamps. Glitter abounded; it sparkled along the ground and in the hair and rich clothing of the people who danced.

 

At one of these tables, seated on the lower deck as she drank from a long stemmed glass with slender fingers, was a woman whose beauty surpassed all of those around her. Her long brown hair was wrapped in a perfect tail that fell over one shoulder of a purple shirt of silk. Her high cheekbones were accentuated by the colors spread across their surface. She smiled. Painted around her grin was the black line of a false goatee that complimented her thin face. She had a slim body, lithe and smooth, willowy limbs and perfect skin. She wore black slacks over crossed legs and black sandals that were strapped over her beautiful feet. Someone complimented her on the thick band of gold and steel that graced the length of one of toes and raised their glass in appreciation. She smiled back, the red of her lips glistening with champagne. Every breath she took was heavenly, filling her body with life and rapture. It was everything just to catch a glimpse of her and an eternity given to spend the slightest of moments by her side. Her name was Melissa.

 

The hour had been growing late and the heat of the room was beginning to rise with the rhythmic beating of the electronic music playing over the speakers. The lights of the flashing strobes sparkled in the broad pools of her eyes and she nodded to her friends at the table as she set down her stemmed glass. Her wooden chair barely made a sound as she shifted her weight and rose to her feet. The nails of her toes paled a light white as she stood, sliding down the base of her sandals slightly. Her head was spinning with the tingle of spirits, her breaths filled with the scent of rich perfume and smoking incense. She leaned toward a friend, kissing her politely on the cheek before squeezing her broad shoulder and moving towards one of the sliding doors of the patio. Someone offered their hand to dance, a handsome man who stood tall and regal as a ballad began to play. Melissa just shrugged with a laugh and continued past. All he could do was watch her move away, sighing in awe of her incredible beauty and grace as the world began to dance around his still form.

 

The night air caressed her body as she stepped away from the party into the lush gardens surrounding the estate. She didn't know who owned the mansion, the pools, the greenery, or the cars. She had been invited along with a group of her friends to enjoy the company and splendor that she had lost herself in for the night and part of the following morning. The moon was full, a brilliant pearl that illuminated the paths through the pleasant fog of her mind. Everything seemed to be swaying magically as she giggled, tip toeing with arms outstretched. The gravel crunched delightfully beneath her steps, the fresh smell of grass and fruit traveling along her side.

 

It was when she spun on her heel, twirling her ponytail and the ruffles of silk about her torso when she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Melissa stopped, fascinated as to what it could have been. The music of the continuing party dropped away as the sliding door was closed off in the distance. When it disappeared, she heard the rustling of stems and leaves, the underbrush bristling with life as something moved about. She saw a flash of white, the sheen of finely combed fur, and then nothing. Fear meant little to her, naturally curious about the world around her and aided by a tinge of red wine; she followed quickly to investigate. The foliage was soft, the branches yielding to her legs as she stepped off the path and into the unknown. Whatever she was after was fast and nimble, like herself, and it excited her all the more as she quickened her pace. Melissa caught the sweet scent of peaches, entering one of the many orchards as she found the scurried tracks of something odd and fleet of foot etched in the earth. It was close, she could feel it's presence and she brushed aside a hanging branch to see an open clearing and her elusive quarry. She gasped, the thin fingers of her hand masking her lips and the painted goatee that stretched with her surprise.

 

Standing in the small meadow, resting against the trunk of a lush oak tree, was a rabbit. At least, he was man who was rabbit-like. He was tall, well over six feet in height, and had sharply exquisite features. His chest was bare, lean muscle taut beneath the soft skin of fur as he breathed. His legs were lithely strong, streaming out from a pair of gray jean shorts that were were frayed along the edges of the sleeves and waist. His bare feet, long as any rabbits would be, were nestled in the cool grass, the toes wiggling casually as he brought something toward the pink nose of his soft muzzle. The length of his thick whiskers shivered as he studied whatever was in his wide palm, his steel eyes ablaze with concentrated thought. Melissa found him magnificent. She couldn't look away from his body, the boyish charm of his chiseled face and sculpted physique. He was quite handsome and the arch of his back, his poise and confidence, was mildly arousing. Her face became flush as she continued to observe without conscience. He was finished viewing whatever held his interest and placed it in the tight recesses of his pocket.

 

Melissa gasped slightly as he pushed away from the tree, her eyes suddenly going wide as she found herself staring at the outline of a simple pocket watch just above his thigh, and the healthy bulge that was swelling against the metal clasps over his crotch. She felt her stomach begin to twinge, an ache rising within her as her breathing became as shallow and erratic as her pounding heart. The rabbit glanced off in the distance, one hand balled into a tight fist as the muscles of his arm tensed. His ears were standing at attention, towering almost a foot into the air from the thick tuft of fur that resembled a well kept head of hair, as he calmly sniffed the night and broke the silence of the stars and crickets.

 

“I am late.’’

 

His voice was light in tone, a tenor's voice that was clear and melodic. Melissa raised a hand as she stepped towards him, trying to acquire his attention, but he was moving once again. He was fast and on his way, a blur that blended into the night. She could feel his steps through the ground and her body trembled; the fear of losing sight of him began to take it's hold. She followed.

 

“Wait! Mr. Rabbit? Please wait!’’

 

Her voice quivered, but still held a beauty all it's own as she ran. Off in the distance, she saw him move into another grove, this one of apple trees; she watched his backside tense within the tight denim of his shorts, the wispy column of his tail poking through a worn hole between the two back pockets as the rest clung to muscular skin. The branches swung back into place as he moved past, and he disappeared.

 

“Wait, Mr. Rabbit!’’

 

Melissa pushed into the trees, regardless of her footing as her mind swam with images of the glorious creature she had seen. Her vision was still a haze as the cold air bit through the purple silk of her shirt. She could feel her sandaled toes kicking up dirt as she ran, searching frantically. The ground was uneven, difficult to track as the roots sprang up to trip the unwary. Her fingers cast about for anything to steady herself as her heart pounded, sweat mixing with the thick paint over her cheeks. The moon peeked through the thick cover over her head and she glanced up to see the fullness of it one last time before she suddenly found herself falling into the darkness that quickly engulfed her world.

 

Chapter 2

 

A breathless scream escaped her as she plummeted, down and down into the ink. The wind came rushing up, slithering into the tight sleeves of her pants and over the flapping material of her shirt. She could feel her hair, still wrapped tight in a braided tail, trailing above as she descended. Her lungs fought for air, her body rigid with fright, and she struggled to open her eyes. When she did, Melissa realized that she was floating; falling yes, but like a soap bubble as it fluttered downward on a steady breeze. She was cold, the air tinged with a light frost that helped her mind clear as she glanced toward her feet. The steel band, laced with gold, was barely visible around her toe as she clenched it and it's sisters within her sandal. Her weight shifted suddenly and she found herself rolling backward. She could no longer see the night sky, the moon disappearing into the endless expanse of the cavern. A light began to permeate the atmosphere, granting an orange hue across the smooth walls and her painted skin. It was beautiful, a private sunset that she admired over the shine of her nails. Melissa tried to turn, to find the source of the glow and began to see shapes forming in the tunnel around her.

 

“What ... what's happening? Where am I?’’

 

Her heart began to beat again, rising in intensity as she saw the distorted images of shelves, endless shelves pass by as she continued her journey downward. Books, each bound in long-forgotten bindings, lined them in disheveled rows beside stoppered bottles and flasks of colorful liquid. She saw porcelain figurines, some beautifully painted while others were mere lumps of misshapen glass. Mirrors of all shapes and sizes were hanging from walls and she caught her reflection in the silver pools. She smiled, admiring her physique from every angle as she patted her flat stomach and a firm thigh with her hands.

 

“I must say that this all quite unnerving. I don't know how this is happening, but I think I might fall to the center of the earth if I don't stop soon.’’

 

Her cute face twinged into a frown, her painted goatee smeared with her light sweat.

 

“I do hope there wasn't anything in that last glass of champagne. Or maybe it was something in the lobster sauce. I do wish that I ... Oh!’’

 

Melissa stopped in surprise, her eyes going wide again as she caught a glimpse of the white rabbit in the distance of a rounded mirror. She watched his muscular legs tense as he ran further and further away into the darkness. Stretching her neck, she hoped to see where he was going before she passed the image when she realized that it was still floating before her just below eye level. A wooden stand was beside it, a burning candle at it's center as yellowed wax dribbled onto the tarnished finish. It was resting, like herself, on the stone ground. Melissa spun around.

 

“Mr. Rabbit!’’

 

But he had already gone, around the turn of the cavern where the floor seemed to begin in a rough pattern of black and white checkers. The light continued, illuminating paintings that appeared on the walls. At first they were jumbled imagery, colored lines lashed onto a canvas without rhyme or reason; but they soon became beautiful landscapes of rolling hills and lush meadows filled with wild animals and living tones. The frames evolved from crude wooden sticks mashed together by twine and gum to wrought iron pieces and elaborate displays. Even the candles were replaced by sconces in walls and electric lanterns that hummed cleanly.

 

“My, isn't this place lavish all of a sudden! It reminds me of the Getty Museum in Los Angeles. Very nice; I shall have to tell my friends about this place.’’

 

There was a slam, a light rush of wind that she felt blowing over her toes, and she rounded the corner to find a curtained alcove where a grand door waited patiently. A hinting glow seeped through the crack, a pierce of light shining through the wide keyhole. Melissa glanced around and found neither an additional exit nor a handsome rabbit. She clenched her fists in resolution and quickly stepped towards it. But as she did, she realized that the door seemed to be a lot smaller than it originally looked. The wall surrounding it expanded in all directions as the wooden frame and it's velvet curtain shrank. She was soon standing next to it and she was astonished to find that it was no taller than her knee. Melissa wrapped her hands around her waist, just above the light flare of her hips and cocked her head as she began to think aloud.

 

“That doesn't seem right. Shouldn't this door be larger now that I'm closer? I dare say that's how it should be; isn't it?’’

 

''Why, I think it would all be a matter of one's point of view.’’

 

Melissa jumped in place, startled by the sudden answer to, what she thought was, a rhetorical question.

 

“Who? Who said that?’’

 

''I did of course. And might I say that you have very cute feet; that's my point of view anyway.’’

 

Her eyes wide, she knelt down toward the floor. The black and white tiling was cold against the palms of her hands and hard against her knees, even through the thick fabric of her slacks. She looked forward and was shocked to see that the knob of the door was molded into a face of some sort. The iron screws served as the glancing eyes as the keyhole smiled a shining brass grin that was almost goofy in countenance.

 

“My, you are a big girl aren't you? How does one as tall as you have such cute feet? I would think that they would need to be a bit oversized to help you get around.’’

 

''You ... you're talking to me! But that's impossible!’’

 

The knob raised an eyebrow, or it at least raised the metal molding above one of it's screws.

 

“That seems to be a daft statement to make, especially considering that we are indeed having a conversation. Unless you're implying that all of this is just a figment of my incredible imagination; and that would be just rude!’’

 

''Get a grip Melissa.’’

 

She rolled back on to her backside and legs as she rubbed her temples with her fingers.

 

“This isn't really happening, it's all just bad cream from the Caesar dressing on the salads. Yes, that's all it is.’’

 

The doorknob scoffed, adopting a haughty tone that paired well with it's polished finish.

 

“Another daft observation. She's following a giant rabbit and she picks the present to start debating her logic and rationale.’’

 

Melissa dropped her hands and opened her eyes.

 

“How do you know about that?’’

 

''I see everything that comes through here.’’

 

There was a modicum of pride in it's voice, and the screws squinted ever so slightly as it spoke.

 

“Nothing can walk this corridor without having to take it's turn with me.’’

 

It looked up to Melissa, to see if it's brush with a clever phrase was appreciated; it wasn't.

 

“I just thought it was someone from the party wearing a costume. There were some pretty interesting looking people there you know. And he just seemed so interesting that I had to follow.’’

 

''Someone from the party; I'm sure that was who it was. You must be right my dear.’’

 

''And if he's gone through here, I simply must go through myself. So if you don't mind.’’

 

Melissa leaned back down, trying to stoop her shoulders as much as possible. Even as low to the ground as she was, she was obviously still too big to squeeze through, her back and the round curves of her backside too high in the air. The doorknob just rolled it's screws.

 

“I don't think so my dear. I'm afraid one of your stature would be incapable of sliding through. Even a door as grand as I am has it's limits.’’

 

''But then how did the White Rabbit come through here? He's on the other side and he's obviously much bigger than me.’’

 

''I beg to differ, he wasn't a monster like yourself. He was also a perfect gentleman that knew how to treat people with respect; unlike other people I've met today.’’

 

Melissa sighed, trying not to pay any attention to the scowl that had formed over the doorknob's facade.

 

“I am not a monster. I'm just a young woman who's tired of being talked to in this manner.’’

 

''If you say so my dear, it still won't get you into the garden.’’

 

''What garden?’’

 

Melissa was now up on her knees, towering over the door as she glanced down upon it. The knob bent itself to try and focus on her face high above, but could only see her hands on her hips and the trim curve of her small breasts.

 

“The garden just on the other side of me of course. What kind of exit would I be if I just led to another hallway? I dare say I would be just another door if I wasn't doing my job properly.’’

 

''This is all giving me quite a headache.’’

 

She slid her legs across the floor in front of her, the steel and gold of her toe ring scraping softly along the linoleum, and sat down while rubbing the smooth skin of her temple once again.

 

“I think my stomach is a little queasy too; that wine must be catching up with me. I do wish I had some bread or something to quiet it.’’

 

''I believe there's some cake on the table next to that arm chair in the corner.’’

 

The knob of the door waved toward a brightening lamp and Melissa saw the broad outline of a plush leather chair beginning to form out of the darkness. It was red and smooth, braided in brass and fur; quite a lovely chair in all respects. The hard heels of her sandals clicked along the ground as she walked towards it. The lamp near to it grew brighter, illuminating the contents of a glass and silver stand that would have fetched a nice sum at her local antique store. She saw a small platter with a few slivers of frosted bread, colorful with candy letters over each. When she turned the plate toward her, she found that the words, ''EAT ME,'' had been spelled out upon each one.

 

“How cute!’’

 

Melissa picked one up in her delicate fingers, then quickly frowned.

 

“But whoever made these probably went through a lot of trouble to bake them; I don't know if it would be very appreciated if I just came by and ate some.’’

 

She glanced at them again, the scent of sugar making her mouth water.

 

“But they also set them out as if they were here for guests, so maybe it would be rude if I didn't have at least one.’’

 

The keyhole upon the door was pulled close to the knob in the visage of a grimace. It shook for a second and looked up to her.

 

“What are you going on about?’’

 

''Oh, just trying to give myself permission I guess.’’

 

And with that, she popped the treat into her mouth. She chewed gingerly and it seemed to fill her entire body with a shivering chill as the frosting melted over her tongue. She just took her time and swirled it around, not wanting to swallow until she had fully enjoyed the exquisite taste.

 

“Mmm, that was delicious.’’

 

Melissa licked her pink lips to catch any errant crumbs she might have missed. She quickly reached for another one when her eyes caught sight of a small flask that she was surprised to have missed before. It was made of crystal glass and filled with water that was tinged a light blue. Raised letters were etched across the top and read, ''DRINK ME.’’

 

She picked it up and found the glass cold to the touch as she popped off the top.

 

“Do you really think that's a good idea? It's not wise to mix such things.’’

 

''Why? It's just water. Besides, I need to wash the cake down with something.’’

 

Before the door could protest any further, she brought the flask to her lips and took a long drought. Her slender neck quivered as she sipped, closing her eyes as the liquid pleasure dripped into every corner of her form. Her slender toes began to tingle and it felt as if her fingers were pleasantly waking up from a prolonged sleep. The door just shook it's knob.

 

“You don't read much do you?’’

 

Melissa felt a shudder ripple through her body. It started in her hips, bringing with it a sense of longing and excitement that slowly started to burn it's way outward. She felt the arousal strongly as blood pumped into the most sensitive of areas, showing clearly as swelling bulges through the silk over her chest. The world around her seemed to slow, objects in motion moving at a waving blur. It felt as if the bottle slipped away from her hand, the crash of it upon the ground filling the air with a low roar as drops of cool liquid splashed over her toes.

 

“Ooo, what's happen ... happening to me?’’

 

And then Melissa began to grow.

 

Chapter 3

 

''Ah ... ah ... I feel so ... so warm.’’

 

The straight locks of her brunette hair slid down her back as she tilted her head, her smooth chin pointing outward. She ran the fingers of one hand across her neck and shoulders as the straps of her favorite sandals began to playfully squeeze her feet. Her toes suddenly kissed the cool floor as they spread over the front of the bases; the band of leather around them began to creak, stretching outward as it visibly grew thinner. The lower hem of her slacks were sliding up her calves, exposing her slender ankles and the top straps of her footwear. The small buckles that held them together were straining under the growing stress as her pants continued to creep up her lengthening legs.

 

“Mmm ... mmm ... OH!!!’’

 

Melissa's other hand strayed down her front, over her rising breasts and into the black waistband of her khakis. Her moaning suddenly rose in intensity as she felt the ring around her growing toe snap apart. She concentrated on the sensation of her foot splitting the two separate pieces further apart and the pressure that was building on her wrist as her pants kept getting tighter. The tips of her fingers were quickly becoming moist, the lace of her underwear dripping with her excitement as she continued to pleasure herself through them, prolonging the building ecstasy. Her breaths were becoming fast and shallow. Each one brought an increasing weight upon her chest. Her small breasts were becoming fuller, rounder by the moment. Her shirt was billowing outward and the enticing hint of cleavage could be seen through the flaps of the top, unclasped button. There was a snap and her bra was pushed uselessly forward. The outline of it could be scarcely seen as her shirt began to press down over her expanding form.

 

“Ah! Ye ... yes!’’

 

Melissa raised one hand over her head, the sleeve slid down where the cuff tried to hold on to the widening wrist. The button tore free of it's stitching and skittered across the floor as she grasped a thick handful of her brown hair. The dark makeup she wore was beginning to spread thin; her goatee was but a wispy line that surrounded her quivering lips and the blush was giving way to her natural tan. She began to giggle softly, smiling while nibbling on her lip as the bottom of her shirt slid it's way free of her waistband. The tips of silk tickled her stomach and arching back with it's cool fabric and she slipped another masterful finger within her twitching and swelling folds.

 

“Oh, my ... my feet ... OH!!!’’

 

There was an instant of pain, replaced by delicious pleasure as the straps began to give. They tore freely, allowing her growing feet to slide down the shrinking bases that now seemed a number of inches too small. One of the heels snapped and Melissa stumbled. She spread out an arm to help steady herself, the purple sleeve almost up to her elbow as the thin hairs across it were on end, and the button at the top of her slacks popped open. Her massaging hand suddenly found more freedom, but she just clenched it closer and deeper within herself to recapture the electricity that surged through her. She could feel the zipper start to bite into her wrist and the cool wind of the hallway as it began to blow across her bare stomach. Melissa was now almost seven feet tall, a beautiful amazon that would have towered over her original 5' 5'' self. The sleeves of her khaki's were halfway up her calves, the tan skin forming the lightest of diamond shapes with the toned muscle. Her feet were bare and flat on the ground, slowly sliding across more and more of the cold tiling. The lip of her navel was quivering just above the rim of black lace that was thinning around her hips. The zipper on her pants was wrenching it's way open, the jagged teeth popping apart with jagged tears to reveal the smooth skin of her toned thighs just beneath the lace. The back of them was bulging heavily; the cotton was pulled taut across her posterior, pressing on the muscle that was trying to push it's way free.

 

“Mmm ... OH!’’

 

A few choice stitches gave way, the threads snapping apart with loud pops, and the bottom of one firm cheek appeared. The flesh jiggled, sending a ripple down the back of her legs, that brought a moan to her lips. She shifted her weight and her backside began to tense. It firmed and grew, tearing the hole wider and exposing the underwear that was slowly slipping it's way inside of her.

 

“AHH!!!’’

 

Melissa felt herself peak, her fingers being squeezed delightfully as her womanhood suckled them in orgasm. She arched her back, thrusting her chest into the air, and popping a few more weak buttons in the process as she sneered. A few of them hung uselessly by a single thread while another tapped along the floor to collide with her destroyed sandals. Her breasts were full and round, the silk easily sliding away from their perfect shape. The brassiere hung loosely beneath them, several obvious sizes too small to contain her. She brought up her massaging hand and ran it across the tip of her exposed nipple. The tight radius of it glistened with her dark pleasure as she brought her fingers to her face. She tasted her sweet nectar with a mild lick before closing her eyes and stuffing them greedily into her mouth.

 

“Mmm! MMM!!!’’

 

The back of her hand chilled as her thin nose blew her gasps across the moist skin. Her calves were bursting their way through the thick cuffs while the fabric above was conforming to the toned columns of her long thighs. The last button on her shirt finally gave up it's struggle and the lapels spread apart. Her stomach was flat with a hint of strength peeking through the deep tan. The sleeves, once billowy and free, now clung to the swelling bulge of her biceps. Her broadening shoulders held the top portions of silk at sharp angles, spreading the shirt wide open and down the sides of her breasts. Her slacks burst open over one leg, another long rip that was accompanied by a cry of rapture.

 

“Oh! GOD!!!’’

 

Her eyes closed, Melissa clenched her hands into tight and powerful fists as she began to lean over. Her legs felt weak, shaking from the waves of pleasure that continued to wrack her hips and chest. She bent them at her smooth knees, tensing her thighs and splitting the thick seams up her sides with ease. Her swollen backside rended what was left and snapped the waistband. She gripped her bare legs and rubbed them with her palms as she felt her back begin to tear through her shirt. It split apart in three places; two smaller tears flanking a long and jagged one down the middle that all exposed the muscular lines of her broadening back. It spread to the fabric around her shoulders and quickly gave way to the Goddess that gave no quarter as she grew relentlessly bigger. Her lace panties now resembled a black thong as it pressed deeply into whatever skin it touched, the cheeks it flossed round and tight.

 

“Oh ... unh ... UHH!!!’’

 

Melissa gave out a long and penetrating moan just before they tore apart with a wet snap. Drops of her warm fluid sprayed across the floor as they were flung outward. The band that was struggling to find it's way around her wide hips quickly broke and it fluttered away leaving her giant physique bare. She slowly opened her eyes, breathing heavily through her euphoria, and began to stand in the pool of sundered clothing about her still expanding feet. The loud thump that sounded as her shoulders pressed into the ceiling shook the room and brought a spattering of dust sprinkling down.

 

“My ... I am a ... big girl ... aren't I?’’

 

She turned trying to see what had once seemed to be a ten foot high ceiling, all the while she could feel more and more of her back pressing into the cool paneling above her. She knelt down, her eyes wide and excited as she saw how long her foot was compared to the broken sandal next to it. It was more than twice the size as the ruined piece of leather that continued to shrink with each passing second. Her body was covered in a light sweat, glistening in the dim light that flickered like a gothic candle. Every inch of her was tingling, almost shivering as she grew and grew. A squeak escaped her lips as her head suddenly bumped against the ceiling again. She traced her fingers across the smooth surface as she slowly started to lie back. The floor was cold against her skin from her shoulders down to the soles of her feet. Her moist body easily slid over it as she continued to swell larger. Melissa spread her thighs apart and began to massage herself once more.

 

“Ah ... huh, mmm ... OH!’’

 

For an instant, her beautiful form measured fifteen feet from the top of her brunette mane to the tips of her pointed toes; a moment later she was two inches bigger. Her breasts were firm domes that stood proud into the air. She cupped one in her hand and tried to squeeze it all in her palm as she writhed on the floor. One of her heels stamped into the ground, sending a jolt through her quivering folds; the foot attached to it was over twenty-two inches in length, thin and still cute as the toes clenched and stretched in erratic rhythm. The doorknob watched in silence as the burgeoning giantess spread over more and more of the floor. Brass molding was arched over one screw as it saw her arm lash out towards one of the side walls. She gripped hold of one of the numerous paintings and tore it loose from it's moorings with a piercing scream. Her arm was lean and muscular, glistening with sweat as it smashed the metal frame against the ground. Melissa was now twenty feet tall and still growing larger. A long and shapely leg snaked out where it kicked over the chair in the corner. It smashed into the wall and crumpled into pieces that partially covered the tan length of her foot. The other leg was slowly sliding towards the door, continuing to lengthen and swell thicker. The partial remains of her slacks were trapped beneath her toes and helped the advancing flesh to move forever onward.

 

“I ... uh, I say ... miss? Could you please be careful where you are pointing that ... thing?’’

 

It glanced helplessly back and forth, getting only a protracted moan as a response. Her back arched, lifting her backside off the tiling and grazing the ceiling with her flat stomach, as an even stronger wave of pleasure coursed through her. It only heard her cry for an instant before she lifted her foot and shoved the tender arch forward. The doorknob was engulfed in darkness as the sole easily covered the brass and wood with warm and pliant skin. Melissa continued to labor upon herself, massaging her twitching labia while her thumb rubbed her erect and throbbing clitoris. Two fingers were buried deep as she clenched her teeth in sexual ecstasy. Her body was afire and it only grew more intense as it swelled larger and larger.

 

“OH!!! AH!!! AH!!!’’

 

She passed thirty feet in height and her shoulder was beginning to press into one of the side walls. It knocked over a table as she lifted her arm and pushed her hand through the ceiling above her. Her knee was bending high into the air, her foot pushing harder and harder into the door. The knob's cries of protest only tickled the sensitive skin that spread over it and added to her pleasure as she giggled. The heat began to climb within her again and the familiar pressure started to rise. The smooth cap of her knee pierced the roof just as she came.

 

“YES!!!’’

 

The entire hallway shook with her scream and one whole wall gave way as she straightened her leg with all of the power her forty foot body had. Her foot cleaved through the door, stone, and mortar, sending rubble across the grassy plain beyond as fresh sunlight shined down upon her toes. Melissa took in a few deep breaths, her breasts rising close to what was left of the ceiling, and closed her eyes as she settled down to rest. A lone bird fluttered into the hallway, flapping it's wings as it came to rest on her wrist. It glanced down, it's head turned to the side, as it examined her fingers, her waist, and the cleanly shaven lips of her crotch as they twitched. It chirped once and quickly set back into flight as her body moved. The giantess moaned again in her sleep as she slowly began to shrink. Inch by inch, foot by foot, she dwindled in stature. Her legs retreated from the hole they had created, her shoulder slid away from the table it had toppled, her breasts sank away from the ceiling, the tips slowly softening back into tender pinkness. When she approached her normal size, Melissa began to sir, opening her dark brown eyes when she was 5' 5'' once again.

 

“Mmm, wha ... what happened?’’

 

She gasped mildly as a ripple passed through her naked body, a shadow of the rapture she had just experienced, but enticing all the same. She ran her tongue over her lips, her face now free of make-up, as she rose to her feet. The linoleum was hard beneath her soles and it served as an indicator to her current state.

 

“Oh, my clothes!’’

 

With a hand draped across her bare breasts, she leaned down to pick up the tattered remains of her shirt. The silk was rended into useless strips, the sleeves torn apart by her arms.

 

“I loved that shirt.’’

 

She frowned for the slightest of moments before cocking her head and smiling.

 

“It was worth it. Oh, the cake!’’

 

The rended fabric fluttered back down to the ground as she padded across the hallway to the corner. Her legs tensed into firmness with each step as did her tanned backside. She was disappointed to find the table, lamp, and chair in pieces. The rubble was a mess of padding, wood and glass. There was no sign of either the desert or the small flask of water.

 

“I really should learn not to thrash about so much. But I do enjoy the feeling so.’’

 

Melissa cast her gaze about the hallway, seeing the toppled shelves and knocked over tables. Various knickknacks had been strewn across the floor as well as the destroyed painting that she had torn off the wall in a fit of pleasure. The songs of the birds returned as she turned towards the gaping hole where the door and velvet curtains had once stood.

 

“I think I could get to like this place.’’

 

She tied what was left of her sleeves around her chest, the loose knot pushing her small breasts together nicely. Her slacks were torn beyond use and she had to use the leftover shirt lapels as a makeshift skirt. It was short, and it seemed to have a habit of flashing as she walked, but it would have to do for now. The straps on her sandals were also snapped apart beyond use. But she did find one buckle that was relatively intact; so she used it to make herself a thin leather anklet that complimented her calve nicely. She ran her hands down the length of her body, squeezing her backside as she stood on the tips of her toes, before stepping out into the bright sunlight of the garden.

 

“Now, it's time to see about a rabbit.''

 

Chapter 4

 

The shade beneath the leaves of the grand spruce was cool and comfortable as Cherise stretched out her lithe body across the thin limb she lay upon. She arched her back, feeling what little tension that pinched her melt away while the tips of her toes nipped the very top of her head. One of her ears twitched in amusement and she settled down on her flat stomach. The length of her long tail, just above the round and full cheeks of her buttocks, swayed lazily as she slowly rubbed herself against the uneven bark. It slid between the soft fur of her huge breasts, causing the dark purple of her nipples to swell into hard erection. Her eyes started to flutter, the deep and exotic pools of her silvery eyes glazing, and she started to purr as her hips began to grind against the branch.

 

“Oh dear, which way could he have gone?’’

 

Cherise stopped suddenly and opened her eyes. Her ears were at full attention as they were filled with the melodic tones of an alluring voice. It was the voice of a young woman entering the garden. She climbed to her feet, gripping the limb with her paws, and making her way toward the thick trunk. She left behind a dark, dripping patch where the tree had been marked by her sex as she held onto the vertical surface with her painted claws. The stranger's voice sang out again and it played like music. The words were lost as she climbed higher into the foliage, glancing down through the greenery to observe whoever it could be. And then she saw her. It was a young woman and she was beautiful. Her body was wrapped in silken cloth the same shade of Cherise's fur. Her small breasts were puckered upward and she could see the proud valley of dcolletage clearly. Her skin was tan and smooth, perfect without blemish or scar. The stranger's skirt flared about her hips as she walked, flashing visions of athletic tail and of her own trimmed fur. Her hair was long and the color of a horse's mane, straight and healthy. Cherise was in love and she could feel the excitement start to build within her. Her swollen womanhood began to ache, a single drop sliding down the inside of her thigh. Her paws clutched onto the branch, the muscles of her legs tense as she stood motionless. All she could do was smile, her long tongue licking her muzzle. Her teeth were sharp and reflected the light with the same intensity as her eyes. Her whiskers began to tremble, working their magic as she started to fade from sight. ----- ''Now if I were a rabbit,'' pondered Melissa, ''where would I be going and why would it be of such importance to get there?’’

 

The green grass felt good beneath her feet as she walked, and her anklet tickled her skin as it slid it's way up and down with her steps. Everything in the garden seemed to be in bloom as butterflies fluttered about in the lazy breeze. The air was full of rich pollen, fragrantly sweet and she took deep breaths to savor the variety of scents. She could hear the sound of trickling water off in the distance, possibly a stream running it's way over rock as it brought life to the flourishing greenery.

 

“Maybe he had to meet some friends by the river; a beaver perhaps. They were to build a dam this afternoon and the rabbit had lost track of the time on his way there.’’

 

Melissa stopped as she thought she heard something new, something not natural to the garden. She heard singing, it was faint and somewhere ahead of her, but it was most definitely someone singing.

 

“'Twas brillig ... and the slithy toves...’’

 

The voice was sultry and very feminine. She quickly moved on, searching for the source with a twinge of bubbling elation.

 

“Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.’’

 

She spun with her eyes searching the trees, the voice seemingly coming from all around now.

 

“All mimsy ... were the borogoves...’’

 

There was something within the branches of a nearby tree. She could have sworn there was nothing there before, but there was now a figure emerging from the shadows of the leaves and the light.

 

“And the mome raths outgrabe.’’

 

Melissa stood with her eyes wide, staring up at what she had found. It was a girl, very nude while the length of her voluptuous body was covered in a fine coat of dark purple fur. She had jagged stripes of black lacing across her shoulders and legs while her front, her chest, stomach, and trailing down below her waist, was a lighter, almost violet, shade. Her hands were strong and ended in thin claws that were a glistening black, one resting in her lap while the other was rubbing the soft underside of her left breast. She sat leaning against the tree, her full and well shaped posterior resting over the length of the branch. The soles of her feet were softly padded with the same claws topping each perfect toe. But her face, her face was her most incredible feature as it had the definite image of something feline. Long whiskers grew from a tender muzzle that was tipped with a black nose. The curved triangles of her ears flared from a mane of purple hair that swirled a darker shade than the fur over the rest of her dexterous physique. Her eyes sparkled, the brilliant shards of a shattered mirror that framed the black of her pupils in a silver eternity. Melissa was so enthralled by the girl's beauty, that she almost didn't realize that those eyes were focused upon her.

 

“Uh ... hello.’’

 

She waved nervously, tucking her hands together in front of her afterwards. The girl cocked her head slightly to one side and fluttered her long lashes. The hand that was caressing the base of her full breast slid up to rub the front of the impressive orb, the pleasant sensation causing her to gasp mildly as she smiled.

 

“And hello to you petite. You like my poem, yes?’’

 

''Yes ... very much so.’’

 

The girl's smile grew broader as she breathed a sigh of relief. There was a tuft of fur just below her collar that puffed out slightly as she did; she curled her fingers in it as she twitched her nose cutely.

 

“I'm so glad you like it; I sing it for you.’’

 

''Thank you very much. My name is Melissa. Who are you?’’

 

The feline slowly leaned forward, gripping the branch with her hands before sliding her nimble legs behind her. Her breasts swung full between her arms, almost brushing the rough bark as she moved. She began to crawl her way towards a grouping of leaves, one hand before the other as her knees followed close. Melissa caught her first glimpse of her long tail as it swished high into the air above her perfectly round backside; the gentle waving was almost hypnotic in nature.

 

“My name iz Rosse de' Cheshire.’’

 

Her mouth opened to reveal her teeth once again as the length of her flat, pinkish tongue curled out around her muzzle.

 

“But you may call me Cherise.’’

 

Melissa found herself staring at those silvery eyes once more, the thick accent of the cat's voice drifting in her mind and making her skin tingle with warmth.

 

“It's ... nice to meet you Cherise.’’

 

''And it iz very nice to meet you ma cherie. Tell me, what heavenly angel brought you to ze garden?’’

 

''Actually, I was following a rabbit I had seen after leaving a friend's party. I was just out getting myself some fresh air when I came upon him in a clearing; kind of like this one actually, though it was nighttime there.’’

 

As Melissa spoke, relating her story, Cherise slowly sat up. The branch barely swayed beneath her weight as she turned in place. She stretched one leg out from her body, laying it atop the tree limb to her side while still facing her lovely guest. With the other, she bent it at the hip and knee, touching the heel against her upper thigh while keeping her foot flat against the bark to help keep her balance.

 

“And then I ... I went through ... the, um ... the hole ... in the wall to come here.’’

 

Melissa was trembling, to Cherise's delight. Still glancing up to the feline, she found herself staring into the waiting folds of Cherise's hungered sex. They were glistening slightly, moist and very fragrant, and she could see the swollen tip of her clitoris as it steadily grew all the more excited under her gaze. Cherise was casually nibbling on the end of one finger as she curled the toes of her outstretched foot.

 

“That iz quite a tale. You must be tired.’’

 

A look of shock crossed her pretty face, those silvery eyes going wide as she covered her smile with a palm.

 

“And me, je suite stupide, I am such a bad kitty for not asking you to rest yourself beneath my tree.’’

 

The length of her whiskers began to twitch, they moved in unison with her ears to the slow tempo that her tail kept with it's methodical sway. She suddenly leaned forward, her face looming near as she held onto the limb behind her with her hands and legs.

 

“Why don't you stay here for a spell ma amore'' Melissa couldn't move. She felt the cool blades of grass softly whip over the tops of her feet as Cherise's warm breath played over her face. She thought she noted the sweet scent of lavender and it made her eyes heavy as she felt a wave of pleasant fatigue wash over her body. The luscious feline was reaching out with her hand, tracing her fingers over the high arch of Melissa's cheek. Her touch was comforting, the fur soft and clean, as she began to whisper.

 

“'Twas brillig ... and the slithy toves...’’

 

''I guess I ... I could stay for a while. I am very tired.’’

 

''I know you are petite. All will be better once you rest with me, yes?’’

 

''Yes ... yes it will.’’

 

Melissa blinked a few times, trying to ward away the cloud that seemed to dominate her vision. She turned to the base of the tree, settling herself down between the cradle of two thick roots. A sudden chill ran through her as the bare skin beneath her rising skirt touched the grass. She gave a light squeak, but just smiled as she closed her eyes. Cherise crawled back over her branch and climbed down the side of the trunk. She curled her body around it, holding onto the bark with her strong fingers. Floating just above Melissa's shoulders, she kissed the top of her ear and whispered again.

 

“Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.’’

 

''What ... what are you doing to me?’’

 

Melissa gasped as she felt Cherise's lithe body slide across her own. The feline brushed the length of her voluptuous front over Melissa's chest and stomach, the soft fur of her breasts and the firm tips of her nipples causing Melissa to giggle, as she climbed down to the ground. Cherise kept one leg draped over her prey's lap, caressing her chest with a warm palm and tracing small circles around the curve of Melissa's navel with the very tip of her tail.

 

“Whatever you want me to beaute'. Je suite pour tien volupte'.’’

 

Cherise leaned in close and ran her tongue over the nape of Melissa's neck; the wet surface of it was rough and firm, sending a light pulse of stimulation into her. Her hand was trailing it's way downward, over her flat stomach and into the silk band of her skirt.

 

“Oh! Please ... please,'' Melissa shuddered, feeling two of the feline's long fingers slip inside of her. The tips of her nails traced over her swelling womanhood and the whole was intensified by the gentle thrum of Cherise's body as she began to purr.

 

“All mimsy ... were the borogoves...’’

 

''I ... can't ... I mustn't!’’

 

''What iz wrong petite?’’

 

Cherise responded by sliding another finger inside, swirling them all gently with masterful precision. Melissa was breathing erratically, her small breasts rising and falling within their top. Cherise tenderly kissed one, licking the tanned crown.

 

“Do you want me to stop?’’

 

''No, I ... YES!’’

 

Her eyes shot open, startling Cherise and setting her ears flat as she leaned away.

 

“I must ... go after the White Rabbit. I am following ... him ... after all.’’

 

''But you must stay here with me.’’

 

Cherise began to slide the length of her foot along Melissa's leg; she slowly pressed it into her thigh and ran it all the way down to the muscle of her calve.

 

“You need not worry about ze lapin de' blanc.’’

 

She moved close to kiss Melissa again, to press her nose against her cheek and lose herself in the sweet fragrance of her hair, but she was starting to stand.

 

“I'm sorry I ... I must be on my way.’’

 

Melissa pushed the feline's leg aside and slowly climbed to her feet. Her head was dizzy and her nose was still filled with the heavenly scent of lavender. She didn't look back as she made her way away from the tree, afraid of what it could mean.

 

“Please come back ma' cherie. I so want to, how do you say, coiter?’’

 

But Melissa said nothing. She stepped out into the sunlight, her body shining under the bright illumination. Cherise stared at her with intense longing, admiring the grace of her every movement with a drawn sigh.

 

“And the mome raths outgrabe.’’

 

She spread apart her toned thighs upon the grass, leaning back as she slowly began to fondle herself. Her love's juices mingled with her own and they burned together, sending ripples through her flesh as she quickly peaked with a stifled cry. Cherise watched Melissa disappear into the distance, tasting the glistening pleasure upon her fingers.

 

“Myosotis petite, au revoir. We will meet again, no?’’

 

 

Chapter 5

 

When Melissa finally stopped, she found herself by the start of a worn path near the edge of the sparse glen. A mossy rock served as a much needed perch as she closed her eyes and tried to calmly breathe away the nervous tremors that controlled her body. Her hips burned with unfulfilled need, still painfully aroused as memories of the Cheshire Cat danced in her mind. Those eyes that sparkled like a sunrise over the crashing rush of a waterfall, her massive breasts that swayed heavily under their own weight while still standing firm and proud, the moist rift between her muscular thighs that glistened like fresh candy aching to be tasted. She struggled to stand, to collect herself and move forward; to continue and follow the one thing that she had come to find. Melissa opened her eyes. The path led more than about a hundred yards when she came upon a fork in the road. A post was standing in the middle of the two new paths with painted signs adorning it's top. She crossed her arms in front of her, the silk of her thin top sliding up partially to expose the lower curve of her right breast, and smirked as she read over her choices.

 

“Hither ... tither,'' she glanced back up the path from where she came, her light footprints fading into the past, ''or yonder-far. Hmm, very cute.’’

 

None of the signs displayed distance or anything else useful, the wood just creaked as the wind pushed it gently from side to side. Melissa studied each path, watching how both curled through the rolling hills and dots of trees. Only one had the wall continuing alongside it, but the other seemed to meet up with a thin river and traveled along it's banks. She nibbled on the end of her thumbnail.

 

“Now if I had to choose just one path, then that would be under the assumption that one path is the correct one while the other one is incorrect. How long would it be before I realized which I had chosen? That is of course assuming that the rabbit came through here at all.’’

 

She sighed, silently chastising herself as she set her balled fists on her hips. Her stomach tensed slightly, the toned muscle pulling back from the curve of her waist as her navel trembled with a light chill.

 

“Of course he came through here, there's no need to start doubting it all now. I must be optimistic.’’

 

Melissa looked back up, watching as a cherry bird with an impressively long beak flew by. It settled itself on a rock and ruffled it's bright plumage before searching a deep hole for it's lunch.

 

“By that account then, both paths are the correct one and it really doesn't matter which I take for I will eventually find the white rabbit.’’

 

A high-boned smirk came to her face, proud of her logic, and she whipped the length of her brunette hair back over her shoulder as she continued along the walled road, tapping the red bricks in rhythm with her steps as she walked. Her spirits were just beginning to rise once more, the wonder of nature around her a sight to behold, when she caught sight of another divide in the path ahead. It was an intersection with four ways meeting in a small grove of trees. The wall came to an end as it met the side of one of the roads and she grimaced as she saw the post standing at the center of it all.

 

“This way ... that way ... over there ... and,'' Melissa didn't bother looking over her shoulder as she read the last one, ''back the way 'you' came. Now how did they know that?’’

 

A lone horsefly fluttered by her ear and she waved it away. It buzzed it's little wings, zipping from one side of the road to the other, finally landing on the petals of a dogwood flower. There it stayed, neighing while it swished it's combed tail, until the dogwood began to bark and it was forced to escape to quieter environs.

 

“I guess I should pick a path again; but which one now? I suppose I should stick to my earlier idea and believe whatever I do must be the path to my goal, but with so many choices that is becoming quite difficult.’’

 

Melissa sighed and closed her eyes. With an outstretched finger, she began to spin. Her feet kicked up light clouds of dust and she stumbled once or twice, her skirt floating up with the force of her spin. When she stopped, the mild force of it caused her small breasts to jiggle delightfully. She smiled as she opened her eyes to find that her finger was firmly pointing towards 'that way.' She nodded to herself, resolving her mind to the course, and set off once again. Somewhere behind her, a lone squirrel shook it's head. It looked up to a mockingbird that was perched above it and watched it shrug it's wings before setting off into the wind.

 

“I just know I'll find the White Rabbit soon. I can feel it on the breeze; it's as if he's calling me towards him. I wonder if ... oh no!’’

 

Melissa stomped the length of a cute foot into the dust as she saw the approaching image of another fork in the road; her leather anklet jumped toward her calve and quickly settled back down again. She felt her spirit drop a notch, her headache beginning to return, as she quickly ran to the waiting sign.

 

“Great ... just great. 'Somewhere' ... 'Elsewhere' ... or 'Nowhere in Particular.''' She threw her hands up into the air, collapsing down onto a convenient boulder between the two new roads.

 

“Who makes these things?’’

 

There Melissa sat for a few moments, the stone rough against the skin of her bare bottom, not sure of what to do next. She eventually leaned back on her hands, stretching out her tanned legs in front of her as she closed her eyes to the sun that shone warm on her body. That was when she heard the clapping. He appeared from beneath the hanging branches over the 'Elsewhere' path, clad in, what appeared to be, white armor that covered him from head to toe. She began to hear the clanking of his metal joints as he moved closer, the sound drowning out the beat of his stallion's hoof falls. His steed was a magnificent beast, strong and regal as it held it's head high. It was free of bit and bridle, being ridden purely out of respect for it's master. It kicked it's legs high, calculating the placement of each step, and barely lowered it's head as it moved ever onward. Melissa slid her own legs together, dragging her long toes through the sand and sitting up as straight as she could as they approached. The singing of the birds began to quiet and a lone bread-and-butterfly took flight at the coming disturbance. They entered the intersection, bright and gleaming in the sunlight, and came to a halt. The knight glanced from side to side, patting his horse on it's strong neck and mane. With a quick motion of his gauntleted hand, he whipped his visor away from his face and took in a gasp of air.

 

“Whew! I say, it does get quite stuffy in there what not; eh, Paladin?’’

 

The horse neighed in response, it's head bobbing up and down.

 

“That's a good fellow. Have a treat Paladin, I believe you have earned your keep for this day.’’

 

He reached into a small bag tied around the saddle horn and produced a small chunk of apple dipped in sugar. The horse accepted it graciously, taking it in it's mouth after sniffing it once.

 

“I do think we shall not reach the castle grounds by the night. The Queen could be rather displeased.’’

 

Melissa slid her bare foot in front of her, etching out a thin line before crossing her legs and setting her hands atop them. The armored stranger had glanced over head a few times, but he had yet to acknowledge her presence. She studied his face and noted the thick lines of age over his cheeks and eyes. His whiskers were gray, but neatly combed, and his eyes were a crystal blue that cast about with vast experience.

 

“Ahem.’’

 

He gave no note of her polite cough, his ears shielded in the thick chain coif beneath his helmet. He turned in his saddle, his long sword flopping in it's scabbard, and squinted up to the sign.

 

“Hmm, maybe it would be wise to ride for a stream to make camp or for local villa. I know we have a half a day before the eve, but it is always good to err on the side of caution; right Paladin?’’

 

His steed neighed again, shaking it's head with a nicker. Melissa rose to her feet, smoothing out her short skirt so it covered as much as it was able, and set her hands behind her back as she began to speak.

 

“Excuse me, Sir Knight?’’

 

''What ... what!?!’’

 

The knight tried to spin around, his visor slamming shut as it caught the end of his bushy mustache. He was a flurry of white metal, trying to grasp his sword while pulling the shield from his back. His belt came apart, taking his scabbard with it as it clambered to the ground. All the while, his horse stood as still as a statue, not caring about the calamity that was ensuing atop his back. He tried to speak, but his words were muffled by his thick visor, coming out as a jumble of grunts and whistles. When he tried to lift it with his hand, all he managed to do was knock his helmet around. Melissa tried not to giggle as she heard his muffled words again, his scraggly hair poking out of the air slits of the visor. He finally managed to tear the contraption from his skull, tossing it to the ground along with one gauntlet and a raucous crash. His eyes were wide, wild as the gray that crowned his liver-spotted scalp. He looked down with a huff, bristling his thick mustache as he glared at the half naked beauty that stood beside him and his steed.

 

“I say! It is most unwise to surprise a stalwart knight when he is sensibly minding his own affairs young lady.’’

 

He squinted at her, shielding his vision from the sun with a shaking hand.

 

“My goodness dear, are you wearing that new leather armor that's all the rage with the Red Bishops? It seems to be quite uncumbersome.’’

 

''I am sorry if I startled you Sir Knight.’’

 

''Nothing of the sort.’’

 

He set his fist against his chest in a gesture of pride.

 

“A White Knight is always at the ready to defend the life of his King and of his own mortal soul. Not necessarily in that order mind you.’’

 

''But you just said,'' she looked down, almost shrugging, ''never mind.’’

 

''So what can I do for you my dear? Gracious, you're not a damsel in distress are you?’’

 

''Well, you could say I am. I was wondering if I may inquire to the whereabouts of a certain somebody?’’

 

''Paladin and I will do our utmost to be of service my lady; we are to aid damsels in distress whenever able. I believe it ranks up there with saving our own mortal souls in the Knight's Code.’’

 

''You see, I am following someone and I don't seem to know how to find him. If you can please point me in the direction of the White Rabbit?’’

 

The Knight sat up straight on his steed, his bare hand on his hip as he scanned the distance.

 

“A white rabbit, eh? It sounds like a servant of my King.’’

 

He glanced back down.

 

“You're sure it wasn't a red rabbit?’’

 

''No, he had white fur; I'm sure of it. He was wearing blue cut-off shorts though.’’

 

''Then I believe I know the residence of your rabbit, my dear. Would you mind handing me my sword and scabbard, if you please?’’

 

Melissa knelt down, careful of her flimsy attire, as she picked up his weapon and cast off armor. She brushed a few specks of dust from the white shine and raised them up for him to take. After a few moments, he managed to replace his items in their proper place, though he did try to put his gauntlet on backwards a few times.

 

“Very well then, if you follow me we should be there in no time at all. Forward Paladin.’’

 

The horse did as it was commanded, trotting forward at a slow pace. Melissa was quick to follow, not wishing to fall behind, especially behind a horse. She kicked up the soft sand behind her, as if skipping along a sparkling beach, and they traveled together under the foliage of the path to 'Somewhere.' She half expected to run into another fork or intersection, perhaps several along their way, but every turn brought more smooth and unbreaking road. It continued over hill and stream, through groves of trees and an open glen, until it met up with another brick wall. This one was in good repair, taller and sturdier than the one Melissa had seen earlier. It trailed along the path until it marked the start of a yard and she found herself gazing upon a quaint little country home.

 

“Ah yes, here we are I should think.’’

 

Melissa was about to comment, give her thanks and praise the prettiness of design when the closed shutters over a second story window burst open and the object of her quest stuck his head out into the sunshine.

 

“Mary-Anne!''

 

Chapter 6

 

'Mary-Anne!’’

 

The White Rabbit's voice was robust and commanding as the white fur of his bare and muscular chest gleamed in the pale light of the waning day. She could see the strength of his arms as he clutched the flat plank of his window's sill, the lines of definition in the long, sinewy limbs clear even from her distance. He shrugged, peering about the lush wilderness with steel eyes, and one of his long ears twitched as he set his fists on the waist of his Levi shorts.

 

“Where is that girl?’’

 

His chest was slightly puffed out, with a tuft of fur, just like Cherise's, above the solid curve of his firm pecs. Melissa could see the length of his whiskers tremble as he wiggled his pink nose, still looking about as he cupped his large hands to his muzzle for one last bellowing call.

 

“MARY-ANNE!!!’’

 

Melissa stood on the tips of her feet, her toes sinking into the soft ground, and waved as high as she could; the lower drift of her skirt slid up her backside as her thighs tensed, exposing the supple skin beneath.

 

“Oh Mister!!!’’

 

But he closed the shutters, retreating back inside, before he had a chance to see her.

 

“Rabbit ...,'' she sighed.

 

“Don't worry my dear,'' the White Knight set a hand on her shoulder after lifting his visor, chilling her skin with it's cool metal, ''we shall enter the environs and knock on the outer door to his keep.’’

 

Melissa solemnly followed as Paladin trotted up to the quaint wooden gate that guarded a walkway to the Rabbit's home. It was painted white and creaked slightly as she opened it. The White Knight stepped down from his steed and walked in behind her, his armor a cacophony of jangling and grinding. There was a small garden set off to the side of the cottage; heads of cabbage and the tops of giant carrots could be seen growing from the fertile soil. The front door itself was tall and sturdy, a compliment to the red brick and carved wood framing. She was about to tap on the knocker, a quaint metal device in the shape of a long rabbit's foot, when the door suddenly flew open.

 

“I don't have time to wait any longer. I am late!’’

 

The White Rabbit brushed by her, his soft fur tickling her arm, and almost knocking Melissa back with his broad body. The ground thumped with his agitated steps as he stomped away.

 

“Mr. Rabbit!’’

 

He suddenly stopped, his ears perking up at full attention. She took a quick glance down, watching the puff of his tail as it twitched above his round and muscular buttocks, just before he turned around.

 

“Mary-Anne!?! What are you doing out here!?!’’

 

''Mary-Anne? No, my name is ...’’

 

''It doesn't matter!’’

 

He quickly moved back towards her and she was momentarily struck speechless. His beautiful torso seemed to stretch on forever and she caught herself staring at the firm bumps of his nipples as they stood out on his chest, at the toned pack of defined muscle that coated his stomach, and at the straining buttons of his fly as the weight it imprisoned bulged a few enticing inches out and downward between the pillars of his long thighs. Her body trembled as she watched it, imagining the flaps slowly pulling apart as his thick manhood swelled even bigger underneath.

 

“Get back inside and get me my shirt.’’

 

Melissa looked back up to his face, hovering handsomely almost a foot above her, as a look of confusion crossed her own.

 

“Excuse me?’’

 

''You heard what I said. You're always hiding my clothes and I need them now! I can't go out there dressed like this; there are protocols to consider.’’

 

''But that's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.’’

 

She glanced back down briefly and swallowed before shaking her head and looking back up.

 

“Where exactly are you going and can I...’’

 

''Just go get me my shirt!’’

 

And with that, he pushed her inside, slamming the front door shut behind her. The White Rabbit turned towards the White Knight, shrugging as he grimaced.

 

“It's so hard to find good help these days.’’

 

The knight stood regal, his armor glistening in the sunlight.

 

“I apologize good sir. Had I known she was but a lost servant, I would have returned her to you with greater speed.’’

 

The rabbit glanced at him up and down, his eyebrow cocked as he scrutinized the scabbard and shield.

 

“Nice outfit.’’

 

''Look who's talking.’’

 

The knight suddenly squinted, his mustache bristling once again.

 

“I thought I knew you sir, having passed by here many a time on my way to the court, but I do not believe you belong to my Good King's service. To whom do you pledge your allegiance?’’

 

The rabbit crossed his arms, standing tall and imposing as he answered.

 

“I am in the service of my Lady the Queen of Hearts. Do you have a problem with that?’’

 

''A card'ee,'' the knight huffed, ''you're almost as bad as the Court of Red.’’

 

''Listen checker boy, I didn't ask you to come here and you're more than welcome to leave.’’

 

''She may be but a lowly servant girl, but I am still bound by honor to aid a damsel in distress until she no longer needs my assistance. I shall not behead you for her sake.’’

 

''That's really generous of you, thanks.’’

 

---------- ''This is all very silly.’’

 

Melissa trudged up the stairwell, searching without a sense of urgency for the rabbit's bedroom as she glanced about the decorum of the living room passing below her. The walls were covered in pictures of fruits and vegetables, still-lifes of the garden, as well as a mirror or two in the shape of rabbits. A grandfather clock sat between two tall wooden cases and it's hollow ticking echoed throughout the room. A large brick fireplace was set in one wall, the floor of it swept and clean. The rugs were handsome and fresh while the whole cottage seemed to have the mild scent of cinnamon about it.

 

“I just wanted to introduce myself, maybe get a better name than 'Mister Rabbit.' Instead here I am playing housemaid for someone gone missing. How could he mistake me for her? What kind of servant girl would wear something like this anyway?’’

 

Melissa tugged on the edge of her skirt, the purple silk slipping down over her bare hip. She felt a light wind blow between her legs, the zephyr chilling her delightfully and bringing a mild giggle to her lips as she made it to the top of the stair. There was a walkway along a simple wall, a door at either end, and she opened one to find a well kept bedroom beyond. The bed had a circular mattress, white sheets and pillows of down lay across it. The walls were rather plain with only one mirror and no art of any sort adorning them. She glanced around to find a large dresser in one corner and what seemed to be a closet beside another set of doors.

 

“I think I'll try the closet first; if I were a rabbit, that's where I'd keep my shirts. Besides, there's no better way to find out about someone than sneaking around in their closet.’’

 

The wide panel of the closet door was set on rollers and glided easily on it's oiled tract. When it slid as far as it could go, she stared inside, open mouthed, and in shock.

 

“Oh ... my!’’

 

There were only four hangers set up with clothing of any kind, and none of them were normal shirts. One was a harness of coarse, coal black leather; it consisted of straps that set about the shoulders and waist and it was inlaid with metal rings that had tassels and small gold chains dangling from each one. The second was a simple loin cloth made of brown fur, it was a rather large pelt and felt soft; Melissa spotted a wooden club on the floor of the closet that probably went along with it. The next was a football jersey, complete with thick pads and a helmet; there was no insignia or name across the back, just the number '16.' The last one she didn't even dare hazard a guess over; it was made of colored plastic and metal and seemed to have a number of sleeves that clasped together that came apart with an elaborate series of buttons and snaps. There was a small counter top below that had a few knickknacks and bottles across the top. Aside from the large bottle of small blue pills, the one item that caught her eye was a hard leather thong with a very large hole cut into the front surrounded by sharp metal studs. Melissa slowly closed the door and turned around. A blank expression was across her face that melted into a light smile as she moved towards the dresser.

 

“Well now, I guess I can see why a servant girl would be wearing an outfit like mine. Ooo,'' she fanned her flushing face with a cooling hand, ''that leaves ... one less place for his shirt to be hiding.’’

 

The top of the dresser had a number of things scattered across it. A few toys, a bowl with a wooden spoon lying inside, a bottle of unmarked cologne, nothing totally remarkable. Melissa was about to slide open the top drawer when a small ceramic jar suddenly caught her eye. She stared at it for a moment, running the tip of her tongue over her lips before nibbling them nervously. Then, with a trembling hand, she reached out and removed the top. As she peeked inside, she saw multi-colored drops of jellied candies. Melissa smiled, quickly glancing around to see if anyone was watching her, and picked out two of the sweetened treats. She held them in her palm, a bright yellow one that was scented of lemon, and an orange. There was silence for a few seconds, her mind trying to tell her that eating these unknown sweets might not be the best of ideas, but her will gave out as her soul demanded to have it's cravings satiated. She watched helplessly as her other hand gently picked up the lemon drop with it's greedy fingers, lifting it slowly to her face. She licked it, sampling the hint of sour tang just before popping the whole thing inside. It felt like heaven in her mouth, the gummy shell melting on her tongue as she gently bit into it. It had a liquid center that cooled everything it touched with a tartness that wrinkled her cute nose. She swirled it about, feeling as if she were tasting a drifting cloud and not wanting to rush the experience. Her eyes rolled back, a sigh of contentment escaping her, as she felt it slide all the way down her throat. Melissa had to hold onto the side of the dresser, her legs slightly weak as a calming warmth flowed into them. She clenched her toes, digging into the fur of the soft rug beneath her as she felt her anklet slip around her flexing calve. The room was slightly blurry, a haze buzzing in her ears, and she hungered for the other candied treat. She took a deep breath and popped the other one into her mouth. The familiar tingling began to creep into her hips as she bit into it, the sweet orange bursting over her tongue like a delicious explosion that wracked her senses. She had to gasp it was so intoxicating.

 

“So ... AH ... good.''

 

Chapter 7

 

''So ... AH ... good.’’

 

Something was definitely different, what little clothing she was wearing was beginning to feel tight. It was a familiar feeling and she secretly yearned for it's intimate caress of her body. Her chest was growing heavy, the thin silk wrapped about it beginning to press into her breasts with light lines of tension appearing across the burgeoning spheres, and she glanced down to see them swelling larger ever so slowly. The simple knot of her top couldn't match the size of her expanding cups and it easily slipped down beneath, squeezing them together and upwards. Melissa brought up her hands to feel the heated weight, impressed with their changing dimensions. They had quickly lost their simple teardrop form, adopting a rounder and firmer shape. Her nipples were tingling, firming into hardened tips as she swirled her long fingers over them; a delightful shiver traveled through her as she pinched one delicately.

 

“Ooo! Ye... yes!’’

 

Her skirt, already short as it barely nibbled her smooth thighs, was sliding it's way upward. One hand left it's breast to explore her backside. She found that the muscle there was growing, tightening into a perfect hardness as it became stronger. In fact, her whole body seemed to be gaining in strength. Her arms, once delicate and thin, were stretching longer as the biceps surged in size and power. Sharp lines of definition appeared through the tan skin and she curled one arm to admire the swelling bulge that appeared. She had always tried to stay in shape, running and doing her daily crunches, but her flat stomach had never exhibited the supple pack of muscle that was now peering through. Her beautiful legs grew taller, the long diamonds of her calves becoming thicker. They tensed, lines of strength lancing down them as she bent her knees just slightly.

 

“Ah ... mmm!’’

 

She clenched her toes into the soft carpet, a single drip of pleasure sliding down the inside of her thigh as she dug her fingers into her hair. Melissa was beginning to sweat, the incredible exertion of her body as it grew stronger clouding the windows with a light steam. The locks of her deep brown hair became sticky with it, branching out in wild strands as her back grew broader. There was a snap, a quick tear as her top split apart beneath the wide expanse of her shoulders and fluttered down to the floor. She arched, thrusting her chest into the air, and moaned at the sudden and delightful freedom.

 

“OOHHH!!!’’

 

And then the ecstasy began to fade. Melissa was breathing heavily, panting as her breasts heaved with each deep one. She caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror, a mirror that had been higher on the wall only moments earlier. With a wipe of her broad hand, she cleared the condensation from the length of it and smiled. She was big, over six feet in height and every inch of her was supple and toned with strength. She wasn't bulky or unsightly, but lithe and perfect. Her legs were long, her thighs and calves tense as she stood on the tips of her toes. The cheeks of her backside flared out from beneath the skirt that couldn't even cover half of their tanned roundness; a hint of a dimple could be seen in the side of each as she tightened them, a slight ripple of electricity shocking her widened hips. Her stomach was hard and she trailed her fingers over the ridges that appeared as she giggled. It went perfectly with her back as it grew slightly broader the further up it trailed. The muscles of her chest were strong, doing what they could to hold up the heavy spheres of her breasts. Her hair was jagged, falling down her shoulders and back in wild patterns that complimented her lithe physique. Melissa started to smile, winking to herself as the mere sight of her body brought torrid thoughts to her mind; but she quickly brought her fingers to her mouth as a hiccup bubbled it's way upward. She could taste a sweet hint of orange as her skin began to tingle once again, the pleasure heating between her thighs. It felt as there was an itch within her, an itch that didn't need to be scratched, just savored as it tickled every nook and crevice as her body began to grow in size. She could feel the soft plush of the carpet dragging beneath her toes as they slid over the floor. Her skirt, skimpy and thin, stretched around her hips and easily ripped, brushing her knees as it fell to the ground. Her fingers found the thick mane of her wild hair, one hand digging into the forest of locks as she pulled them into her fist. The other slipped over her stomach, down to the trimmed patch of fur that she tugged, whimpering softly with each playful pinch.

 

“Oh!’’

 

Her forehead, tilted back as she was moaning into the air, suddenly bumped into the ceiling that was a scant ten feet off of the bedroom floor. Melissa's broad smile complimented her wide eyes as she shrieked.

 

“OH, YES ... AGAIN!!!’’

 

Her shoulders began to press against the white tiling, groaning with a light crack that forced her to kneel down. Her legs tensed again into beautiful hardness as she did and they shivered with the sudden exertion. On her knees, she sat up straight and suddenly bumped her head against the ceiling once again; her shoulders soon followed, the tiling beginning to break under the growing strain and she pushed out her arms as she rolled back and thrust her legs out before her. Melissa watched in fascination as her legs slid across the floor, stretching longer at incredible speed. One bare foot slid into the side of the bed; her toes only came halfway up the mattress, but they quickly crested the soft sheets as she grew. Her knee bent for only a few moments before her thigh straightened and the wooden frame skidded across the carpet with a muffled scrape. Her other leg, it's diamond calve, was knocking over lamps and small tables as it brushed the wall on it's journey onward. Her hands were gliding over whatever they could find, tearing off errant pictures with crashes of oak and canvas as the palms quickly became wider than the paintings themselves. Her head touched the ceiling again, filling up the whole corner where the shrinking roof met the dropping wall, and she hunched down, her firm breasts pressing into her legs as she relished in the rush of her body squeezing into the ever constricting space. The floor beneath her groaned under her weight and she giggled as the length of the bedroom door began to tickle her foot with it's chilled knob. ----- ''What the hell is taking her so long?’’

 

The White Knight turned to the rabbit with an expression of admonished shock.

 

“Do not use language so foul in the presence of His Majesty's Royal Guard!’’

 

''Whatever horse-boy.’’

 

The White Rabbit crossed his sinewy arms in front of his chest. His tail twitched impatiently, tugging at the tight denim over his rear. He kept tapping one long foot on the grass with a continuous thumping. One ear dangled, half bent, over the thick tuft of his hair and he blew it back straight with a puff from his mouth before shrugging his broad shoulders.

 

“What's keeping that girl?’’

 

With his hands balled into fists, the length of his body tensed with a light anger, he began moving back inside his cottage.

 

“Mary-Anne!!!’’

 

The knight watched solemnly, giving a side glance to his steed Paladin who just knickered with a shake of it's mane. He heard a crash and glanced up to the second story window in time to see a puff of dust issue from between the shutters. His mustache bristled as he snorted, squinting upward to see what was going on. The rabbit slammed his front door and glared up the staircase.

 

“Mary-Anne! What the fuck are you doing?’’

 

His shouts eclipsed the sudden crack that sent a shudder through the floor. He just waved an angry hand before his muzzle to ward away the light cloud of powder that was sprinkling down from above.

 

“You better not be trying on my harness again! You know I hate it when you fiddle around with those buckles!’’

 

He padded heavily up the stairs, each step banging a little louder than he was accustomed to; but his ire was justified, he may just have to use his whip later that night. Something crashed downstairs, a set of pots falling from their cozy nest above the kitchen counter, he was too angry to care. When he ascended the last step, he began to slow with a cautious look across the fur of his face. The door was closed, but it seemed to be bulging slightly; it curved outward as the hinges creaked, the whole of it groaning ever so softly.

 

“What the hell?’’

 

The White Rabbit reached out with his hand to touch the surface. Just as his fingers were about to graze it, it bulged out another inch to meet his skin. The wood was oddly warm, a number of small cracks forming over the paneling. He tucked those fingers into the tight recesses of his back pocket before speaking again.

 

“Uh ... Mary-Anne?’’

 

The force of the door's explosion knocked him off the lengths of his long feet. Shards of splintered wood blew outward with a crackling boom as something soft, pink, and unbelievably huge came rushing into the hall at a frightening speed. It was immediately on top of him, pushing his body down the rough descent of the stairwell as the heat of it pressed itself all over his chest and legs. He flailed about with his hands, desperately trying to seize anything to hold as they both slid downward. His fingers gripped something at it's end, something long and smooth with similar pillars beside it. It wasn't until he pulled himself closer, wrapping his strong arms around it with all of his strength, that he realized it resembled a slender and very feminine toe. He could feel the wide girth of it swelling larger in his grasp, slowly growing bigger as the foot it was attached to continued to push it's way toward the cottage entrance. The leg behind it was tanned and muscular, thin and toned as the thigh crashed through the wall surrounding what was left of his bedroom. He screamed. It lasted for but a moment as all of the breath left his lungs when he was smashed against the sturdy oak of his front door. The foot easily covered his body, the toes were now several feet over his extended ears while the heel pressed into his shins. A steady pulse of a throbbing heart beat through it and it thrummed into his chest with it's pliant warmth. He could feel his manhood reacting to the contact, swelling within his shorts and straining against the denim. He couldn't breathe, all he could hear was the beating of her heart. There was a rush of wind and a crash of masonry. Daylight attacked his senses just as a chill ran through him and he was on the ground, the grass beneath his fur. ----- ''By the King's Royal Crown!’’

 

The White Knight watched as the foot of the giantess smashed through the front door. The body of the rabbit was flung onto the lawn, just out of it's path as it gouged out dark soil and greenery from the ground. Thick clouds continued to issue out from the shutters of the second floor, thick cracks appearing over the stone wall. With an explosion of glass and framing, a powerful hand, big enough to easily grasp a horse, shot out from one of the windows. The slender fingers dropped a large dresser into the garden where it shattered amongst the cabbages in an explosion of shirts and slaw. The lower wall along the other side of the cottage groaned for a half a second just before the other foot speared through it; the thick stone couldn't stop the relentless growth of the young woman to whom it belonged. Chunks of rocky debris scattered across the grass, crashing into the side gate and spooking Paladin. The steed cried out in terror and quickly galloped down the road. The knight rushed to the rabbit's aide and dragged him away from the shapely calve as it steadily grew thicker, covering more and more of the ground. The smooth cap of gargantuan knee ruptured a wider portion of the wall and he had to scramble away to avoid the rain of mortar. A wide expanse of muscular thigh followed, accompanied by another blast of shattering glass as the other hand of the giantess pushed it's way free. The shapely limb appeared all the way up to the broad shoulder, the tense bicep crashing through the stone supports like tissue paper. There was a crack, the entire cottage shaking with the muffled boom, followed by a deafening explosion that rocked the very dirt upon which he stood. The tanned arms and legs shifted through their holes, the body behind them dropping as the floor of the second story collapsed under her incredible weight. Dust billowed out of cracks and a great plume of smoke erupted from the chimney. The great hands balled into fists as the toes on one foot curled high in the afternoon sky.

 

“OWW!!! THAT HURT!’’

 

Melissa was now sitting upon the crushed remains of the first floor. Her giant body was resting atop a jumble of debris and kitchenware; furniture and tiling were pooled about her bare hips and there wasn't much room left in the hollow cottage shell for her to move. She didn't know exactly how tall she was, but the top of her brunette mane was scraping the ceiling as her legs were stretched out far in front her, the toned pillars of her thighs were spread apart as they disappeared through gaping holes in the lower wall. The stack of the brick fireplace and it's chimney were in front of her and she saw a closed window off to one of it's sides. She groped her fingers along the outer wall blindly as she searched for the shutters so that she may glance about outside.

 

Chapter 8

 

''What? What happened?’’

 

The White Rabbit was struggling to open his eyes, groggy as if waking up from an interrupted slumber. His blurred eyes caught the sight of two impossibly giant hands scraping along the walls of his home, the long fingers ending in finely manicured claws as they gripped the covers over his living room's master window. The arms were muscular and sinewy, the tendons about the tense biceps taut with power. They threw the shutters open and he found himself unprepared for what stared at him from behind them. He screamed again as the White Knight pointed upward with a bellowing shout.

 

“Tis a remorseless, rampaging she-beast!’’

 

He drew his long sword, dropping his shield to the ground in his haste and tried to defend himself from the perilous monster that was simply sitting before him. The beautiful face looming in the window was monstrously huge, the giant orbs of her brown eyes were wide as they stared down upon him like the visage of an appraising goddess. He felt unworthy to face such a creature and he tried to force his glance down, his gaze trailing past the thin bridge of her nose and the full pout of her red lips, lips that could cut him in half despite the protection of his polished armor.

 

“Ah, damn!’’

 

The rabbit was being forced to his feet, the knight dragging him by the wrist.

 

“What is she doing to my house? I just got the linens cleaned!’’

 

His eyes went wide as he flailed his hands about.

 

“Aww! Mary Anne was in there! Now she's gone too! You know how tough it is to find a servant girl that's so good at ... DAMN!!!’’

 

Melissa watched them for a few seconds, stumbling about before her. They seemed so tiny compared to her body. The lengths of her long legs stretched almost out to the far gate and her thin feet stood almost half as much taller than either of the tiny men. She licked her lips and squinted ever so slightly as she saw the rabbit. He was still handsome, strong and mysterious. She tried to slide her calve closer to him, perhaps brush up against his body with the length of a toe, but the lower walls kept her from even moving her thigh. It was then that she realized just how tight her surroundings were. She could move her arms about with some freedom, but she had difficulty reaching further than the solid walls would allow. Her breasts, now full and round as they rested proud atop the strong muscles of her chest, were pressing lightly into the wall before her as the chimney stack nestled between them. The red brick tickled the sensitive skin and she found herself rubbing slightly against it, cooing as she did. She opened her eyes again and glanced about the courtyard between her toned legs.

 

“HELLO DOWN THERE. I AM SORRY ABOUT YOUR HOUSE MR. RABBIT.’’

 

''The beast speaks!’’

 

The White Knight pointed his sword at Melissa, the sharpened blade gleaming bright in the sunlight like the smooth nails of her toes. The rabbit was still hopping about the grass, ranting about his broken furniture and decimated home.

 

“What am I going to do? Where am I going to live? We have to get her out of there. It's my cottage and I just can't give it up to some blood-thirsty monster!’’

 

''I AM NOT A MONSTER! WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP CALLING ME THAT?’’

 

''The gargantuan demoness mixes her lies with the truth! Shield your ears from it's tongue!’’

 

With one fluid motion, the knight sheathed his weapon and began to stroke his mustache in open thought.

 

“I will aide you Sir Rabbit. You are a peasant in need and I must avenge the death of your servant girl. Besides,'' he straightened proudly, ''if I defeat the monster, my King will finally grant me the promotion that I am due. I will become a Rook for sure! No more of that filthy horse!’’

 

''But how?’’

 

The rabbit got down onto his hands and knees, sniffing the massive foot that had crashed through his mailbox. The ankle was slender and smooth, very silken soft to the touch.

 

“She's huge!’’

 

''Why, we'll simply drag her out through the chimney.’’

 

He shot up, his muscular body tensed as he arched an eyebrow. His ears flopped about his mussed hair as he wrinkled his nose.

 

“What are you, nuts?’’

 

''OH, COME ON.’’

 

The White Knight turned a blind ear to both of them and glanced down the sandy path towards a light whistling that sounded as if it were coming closer. His visor came down with a rusty slam and he quickly shoved it back into place as his eyes caught sight of one of the palace's servants.

 

“And I know just the brave soul to accomplish such a grandiose feat.’’

 

Melissa now heard the light whistling too and strained to see out the minuscule window. Her breasts were simply too firm to allow her a better view, pressing hard into the wall as they cracked the mortar slightly with their heated weight; even the tight muscles of her stomach proved no match for the sturdy construction. She tried moving her arm to maybe catch a glimpse, but her broad shoulder and tensed bicep were too thick to see past. She just sighed and settled back down.

 

“I say, Bill!’’

 

Bill suddenly brought his tune to a shrill halt as he unpursed his lips and glanced towards the voice of one of the King's Royal Guard. His simple hat fell into his eyes and he lifted the brim over his bald head, almost dropping the bag of tools and ladder he had carefully slung over his drooping shoulder.

 

“Wha'? Who's sayin' tha'?’’

 

His eyes bulged from the top of his head as the thin scales covering his green skin glared a faint blue in the sunlight. The White Knight held out a hand to greet him and he shook it warmly.

 

“Good to see you Bill'' ''My my, fancy seein' you here.’’

 

Bill turned to the White Rabbit, his Cockney accent stereotypically thick.

 

“Hello again governor.’’

 

''What's the haps Bill?’’

 

''You need a chimney sweepin' again? I just cleaned your pipes not all of last week.’’

 

''Nothing of the sort my lad,'' the knight draped his armored hand over the lizard's shoulder and began to guide him to the waiting cottage and the giantess within, ''but we do need you to climb down and retrieve something for us.’’

 

''Well, why not totter in and grab the what-not yourself through the door?’’

 

The sturdy pine of the ladder scraped against the red brick as he set it into place, digging the legs of it into the dirt.

 

“This is something special my cold-blooded companion. We need you to slither your way in and drag out the monster within.’’

 

''Right-o governor.’’

 

Bill took in a deep breath as he climbed his way upward. He had only climbed halfway up his inanimate friend when he passed by the second story window. His buggy-eyes suddenly went wilder as he caught a glimpse of the tanned face that peered at him through the grand portal by the chimney stack. Her high-cheek bones were fearsome as they molded into a perfect nose and thin lips that parted into a bright and straight smile. Her collar was thick and strong, framing the firm and bulging breast that was pushing it's way up as she pushed her chest further into the wall.

 

“Monster!!! WAHHH!!!’’

 

The length of his pink tongue waggled out his mouth as he scrambled down the ladder. It wasn't till he was running about the lawn when he noticed the pillars of her muscular legs and great feet stretching out across the grass, trapping him helpless before her. His spindly arms flailed into the air as he continued to scream. The White Rabbit was rolling his eyes as he sighed with a pout. He crossed his own arms as leaned up against the firm bulge of Melissa's calve. Melissa smiled mildly, closing her eyes as she tried to concentrate on his soft fur against her skin.

 

“Calm down Bill,'' the White Knight soothed, gripping the lizard by the forearm, ''you're passing up a golden opportunity.’’

 

''Nothin' personal sir, but are ya' stupid?’’

 

He picked up Bill's thin and small body in his arms and began to move back towards the ladder.

 

“Why, if you pull this off you'll be a hero to thousands!’’

 

''Who cares about tha'?’’

 

''You'll be ridding the land of a fearsome creature; the women will adore you!’’

 

Bill fell silent as the White Knight climbed the ladder. Melissa watched as they took each rung in turn. Her arms were almost long enough to reach around the corners of the cottage and scratch them with the length of one fingernail, but she chose just to observe.

 

“I tell you my boy, they'll write symphonies in your honor.’’

 

The knight stuffed the lizard's legs unceremoniously into the stack opening and Bill struggled to hold on to the roughened edges of it's rim.

 

“You've lost me again governor. This is me life we're chatterin' on about 'ere. I don't think I stand a horsefly's chance in a shocker down there.’’

 

''Hush now Bill. Off you go!’’

 

And with that, he bonked the poor lizard on the top of his green head. His hat flew off with the force of the blow and he slipped down into the darkness, his hands quickly following suit. Melissa was startled by the explosion of sound. She flinched, a stiff nipple gouging out a wide swath of plaster and her thigh cracking more of the wall that surrounded it as it tensed even bigger. The chimney in front of her shook slightly, twitching with life and her eyes went wide as she saw what she had facing the fireplace.

 

“OH ... OH MY!’’

 

Bill screeched as he tumbled downward, unable to grasp hold of the chimney's sides as his body tucked into a ball and rolled it's way toward the fireplace. He hit the ground, his back smacking into the curved grillwork that should have been holding a log or two. Light pierced his eyelids and he opened them just in time to see the hungry lips between the creature's spread thighs as he plunged head first into the glistening pinkness.

 

“AH! HUH ... HUH ... OH!!!’’

 

Melissa tilted back her head and moaned alongside a shuddering gasp. The force of it shook the roof as she pounded her clenched fist into the outside of one wall. The White Rabbit slid off her calve as she suddenly rolled it to the side; he had to pull on his ears to protect them from the piercing shriek of her wails. She tried to glance down to see her struggling captive just past the smooth expanse of her muscular stomach, but all she could see were her round breasts, the dark tips becoming stiffer and longer as she pressed them into the wall to feel the sensitive rapture that continued to build as the hapless chimney sweep struggled within her. Bill felt the monster's devouring womanhood clasp down about his neck as darkness consumed him. It was unbearably warm and all he could feel was the intense pressure of juicy and pliant flesh all about his face as it squeezed. Her gentle heart and rising voice thrummed against his skull and he beat his fists against her in vain attempts to escape. Something was sliding over his back, soaking his shirt in it's stickiness as it slowly grew bigger. He grasped it in his hands in hopes that it would grant him better purchase to move and he felt the monster scream.

 

“AAAHHH!!!’’

 

There was a sudden rush, a sharp rise in the sweltering heat as he felt her muscles convulse and pound about his head. Melissa gave out a shuddering sigh as she felt Bill sink deeper inside her. He tried to scream as he felt her consume his shoulders, her swollen labia slithering over his stomach and back. All he could do was writhe and squirm, twisting his thin body to try and find the way out; but it just seemed to excite her all the more. Her heart was racing, her moans intensifying, and his nose and mouth filled with her sweet nectar as he gasped it in. Melissa leaned against the back wall, scooting her hips playfully forward to give her captive easier entry. Her thighs cracked against the doorway as she tensed the muscles, trying to bend her knees and push her feet against the ground and dig her long toes into the grass. She wanted to pull in her arms, push the tiny man deeper inside her with her fingers as she slowly played with herself, but she just managed to gouge out more and more of the stone. Another wave of pleasure coursed through her, this one more intense as she felt her prisoner graze against something deep inside, and she spasmed. The lizard's flailing legs disappeared. Bill curled himself into a ball, kicking at whatever he could to try and push free as he felt the pliant walls becoming firmer, squeezing him harder in their relentlessly building heat. His panic was mounting, the fear gripping his mind as he gathered his will and lashed out one last time. The monster screamed, her giant body afire with ecstasy, and then he was crushed. It was fast, Melissa's orgasm making quick work of his fragile body as her hips bucked, slamming against the floor and shaking the ground. Afterwards she just smiled faintly and tilted back her head with a drawn sigh, her glistening folds still twitching lightly with the remembrance of her excitement. ----- The White Rabbit's eyes were wide, he had heard her last cry and then watched her settle down to rest. The White Knight just crossed his arms and shook his head.

 

“Well, there goes Bill.’’

 

''Lucky Bill.’’

 

The rabbit frowned, ''but that still doesn't help me out. That monster is still in there and now both Bill and Mary-Anne are it's victims.’’

 

''Well Sir Rabbit, there's only one sure way of defeating the beast now and that's to burn the house down.''